Manhattan bar

[marauder]

"Door? I thought it was a boarded up old window so I moved the jukebox to stop any drafts..." Marauder looked at hoodlum, "Nevermind, I'm gone."

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Hohoho ... Lordy you lot are sooo funny, I'm just a little soft in the head this morning ...
I'll just pretend we have a ping pong table. Cleaners are coming in for a while to sort
the place out ... Make yourselves useful then ... Oh Marauder ... ... No sneaking off yet.
Alicia ... Reprogramme the staff, Too little alcohol in the drinks ... And someone get me a
coffee please, I now seem to have a bunch of Millwall FC supporters moving in, and runnin'
riot between my ears." ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

[marauder]

"Ok, your the boss." marauder sauntered back to his table and continued his drink. "You need something for your headache?"

"Whats up guys, oh and lady." Markus entered the private lounge again. "Got some cakes here, anyone hungary?" He lifted up a bag.

[Nightfall]

'Markus! Those cakes are perfectly timed!' said Nightfall entering the lounge 'Long way
from Belfast to here in one breath, got a bit hungry...'.

Looks around the place...

'Where's the staff?' he noticed the place loose a bit of life... maybe it's just asleep..
'Ah, yes! Food!'

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If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov
The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Party weekends are always like this ... Money all spent, think a few went back to work.
Suprising as that may sound ... Cakes, Mmm ... Donuts for me please. Coffee anyone ?
Hot choccy ? ... Bacon sandwich ? ... Neurofen on toast ? ... More beer perhaps.
Pass me an mechanoid, this one seems to have broken. Bloody staff." ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

[marauder]

"Guess I'd better start tinkering with the bartender, if he goes poof we're all well and truely buggered." Marauder said finishing a half-empty drink that had been left. "Urgh! that was horrible."

[Nightwish]

She walks in and notices the silence in the room..

"What's that.. sleeping ? Got the original from the 'bloody corsair'

Hood.. clean the bar.. I need..:

0.5 cl Tequila Silver (Sauza Hornitos)
0.5 cl Charleston Follies (Marie Brizard)
0.5 cl Tequila Gold (Sauza Gold)
0.5 cl Vanilla-syrup (Monin)
0.5 cl Amaretto (Disaronno )
0.5 cl Peach Tree

There it is, baby.. and now.. cheers.. ^^,"

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[Fellow Hoodlum]

"God damn girl ... Should these ingredients be mixed in the same glass ? Sounds like
something from chemistry lessons ... You know the ones, big bang, lots of smoke.
Black faces all round, toxic fallout. Teacher goes ballistic. What ... Never happened to
anyone else ?
Boy you need some big kahunas to drink that one ... Small planets everybody ...
Stick it on the specials board, may aswell take a few with us ... Disclaimer in large
letters though." ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

[marauder]

"You know, you can have those letters covering the wall, no-one'll see the blasted disclaimer. I'll have one too, might as well see what happens." marauder grinned before downing it in one, "Urgh......" He went straight from vertical to flat out on his back.

[Nightwish]

:laugh:

"Thought, there were men in this bar.."

She mixes one for herself, looks at it..

"Original recipe.. hm.. can't be that strong.."

Empties in one move.. screws her eyes..

"Someone something against *cough* 'Acid-injuries' ? *cough* "

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